Prolouge
Prologue
(Dave’s P.O.V)
“The Condesce is coming, she’s here, she’s going to kill us all!’ A nearby guard shrieked in terror, cowering from the fuchsia tendrils curling and destroying themselves around the castle of Derse which were ripping through the castle walls and tearing through the guards, all in an attempt to get to the throne room.
Everything around me was chaos, most of the castle guards were collapsed in bloody puddles, the rest were cowering in fear and screaming in terror. My siblings and I were attempting to hold the tendrils off, but the four of us could see it was hopeless. However we kept fighting them nonetheless
“This is like the beginning of some really bad tentacle porn” I smirked as I cut down another tendril attempting to sneak its way into the throne room.
“Dave. Now is not the time for your ill-fated attempts to be humorous” Rose replied, backhandedly blasting a tendril that had tried to sneak its way past her.
“Wow Lalonde, that was so harsh, I think I’m gonna go hide in my room and cry now”
Rose opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by a yell that came from the throne room. The four of us met each other’s gazes in a panic.
“BRO”
In a rush, we all hurried inside past the large, black doors, swatting away stray tendrils that got in our way. The sight that greeted us inside shocked me. Bro was collapsed in front of a looming figure, a sword protruding from his stomach, the black blood of the Dersean King in a puddle around him.
The looming figure turned and grinned evilly at us, her pearly white fangs seemingly glowing against her black skin.
“oh shello little princes and princesses i sea you have finally come to sea the new queen of derse” She clapped her hands together excitedly then spread them out widely, presenting herself to us “unfortunately for you, i don’t N-E-ED an heir, so im goin to have to get rid of you…” she raised her hand, fuchsia light spilling from it. In an instant, fuchsia light surrounded me, I could see through my peripheral vision that the others were too. I could feel my form changing, shrinking into a stumpy, mutated version of myself. I felt her magic forcing me to sleep. Struggling to stay awake as her magic forced me into unconsciousness, I heard her laugh manically
“have fun in prospit with all the other light dwellers you miserable twerps”
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And so, ) (er Imperious Condescension (as she came to be known) usurped the throne of Derse, and cursed the four princes and princesses of Derse, scattering them across the land of Prospit, hoping the light of that world would finish their weakened forms off.
The three eldest, both the princesses and their older brother, were separated, and subconsciously, to protect themselves from the harsh light, shrouded themselves in their own personal insecurities, their hidden darkness’s, and hid their beastly forms inside mysterious temples they found, unintendedly drawing monsters of all forms to feed off that darkness.
The youngest prince however, fell into the Ordon Light Spirit’s spring, who, after much bantering, informed the prince that he had to rescue his siblings and his world, but could not do it alone. If he retreated into the twilight that ) (IC had cursed upon the Land of Golden Lights, then the prince would meet the Great Hero of Legend, the one who could withstand the Twilight and surivive who would aid him in his quest. The Spirit of Light proceeded to bless the prince with the power to walk amongst the Prosptians as if he was born there and then kick the prince out of his shrine, as the prince attempted to shittily rap at him.